The night that Our Lord was born;
Our sheep who were deep in a midnight sleep
Awoke and believed it morn.
Our hay, so they say, in a manger lay
To make Him a warm, soft bed:
When close to the earth at the hour of His birth
Our Saviour reclined His head.
Light in the night that was clear and bright
Drew westward three Eastern kings;
And royal the way that they knelt to pray,
All covered with crowns and rings.
Archangels in throngs with celestial songs
Proclaimed ere the dawn began,
In valley, on hill, unto men of good will,
Their joy in our God made man.
by Fr. Leonard Feeney, M.I.C.M.